Sign.

As embers turn into dust,
And thoughtful turns into rust,
I've breathed too many ways,
Year 20. Please cancel the days.

Sitting still on the same roof.
No sign of stars, I'm shining aloof.
The breath that was taken away,
Took a whole world,
Without a place for me to stay.

Intruder.

I'm irritated.
And I cannot grasp - why.
All I see is intruder in my space,
That I want to stand by.
An alien creature from a place,
That's far away, of an opposite race.
All I feel is anger.
I want to crush the glass.
I want to throw it at the wall,
And see how pieces of it fall,
Just like how scattered is my mind,
When I lack the understanding,
Am I faced and talked to
Or am I placed aside.